“I suspect that you’d be able to meet somewhere in the middle,” Laine pointed out. It was true that their styles didn’t blend, not as they were, but a little compromise on both counts and Laine thought that Kris and Dev would be fabulous together. “Kris isn’t as stuck in his preferences as you’d think. He danced Siegfried from Swan Lake a few years back, bloody owned the show, even if you’d expect him to dance Von Rothbart better.” She smiled and nodded at Dev’s statement. “You always look best with Mikey. Your preciseness rubs off on him, helps him to remember where his feet and arms are at. Lord knows the bloke needs that.”
“It’s not always his bedroom,” Laine responded with a laugh. “Occasionally it’s mine, and occasionally it’s not a bedroom at all.” Was it terrible of her to be amused when Dev made comments like that? She really shouldn’t be so pleased that she might be rubbing off on her a little. “You’ll meet him, I promise. His schedules a bit chaotic, so I haven’t been hiding him away on purpose.” She wasn’t the type to do that; it just hadn’t worked for him to meet her friends in the company just yet. “Isn’t it enough that I send messages so you’ll know what he looks like?” she teased.